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NASCARface

I brought Chili to last year's local NASCAR race. This year, Al Gato and I ventured forth. The midway made me long for the class and panache of a neighborhood carnival. A few examples:



I may bring a horde of freelance biker proofreaders with me next year.



The jacket would've cost twice that, if not for the corporate sponsors contributing to the payment.



I yam too wearin' a shirt.




No comment.

Touring the Pit was like touring the aisles of Wal-Mart. But, what the fuck was this:

Paralyzed Veterans of America. Sponsoring a car. Why?
To raise awareness and as a fund-raising endevor (sic),

Charities should not pay for sponsorship rights. That drives me bug-fucking-fuck. Seriously.

And on the same tack: Snickers!?!

Creamy nougat does not belong on a hot race track. Peanuts? Fine. But in the name of M, M and Mars, won't somebody help the nougat?

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3:02 PM

Did they have Deep Fried Coke?    



5:06 PM

How do they get the butt on the stick?

Oh wait, never mind.    



6:01 PM

This was an excellent report. It was just like being there except without the crap beer, exhaust fumes, and grease.

Also, mmm...pork butt on a stick.

I think I'll just hold my tongue about the bug sex.    



6:15 PM

I don't know about you, but I think "Race Day" when I see a vet in a wheelchair.    



10:10 AM

Speaking of pork butt on a stick; I think I left my pants in your van.    



11:26 AM

shut yer bung hole, you smelly hippie!    



6:08 PM

AlGato's comment just made me pee my lab coat.    



8:46 PM

if you're not too busy, I'd like to request a new post, please.    



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